THE COLD HARSH WATERS OF ALASKA  - 7:15 PM

"Whoa it sure is cold here today, isn't it?" The man said, he was wearing a pretty spiffy jacket and watching the waves crash against the shore with relative ease. Also he was hella fit, you couldn't really tell because he was wearing a pretty solid six layers of clothing but you sort of just knew he was jacked as fuck underneath those mittens. 

"I agree." Shouted a second man, his feminine slender hands holding onto the rock hard mast of the ship as it tumbled and rocked with the motion of the rather uneasy ocean. He wanted nothing more to stay on his feet, as he spent most of his younger years on his back and did not want to relive the past horrors.

"We should go to Philadelphia." The first man said again, his mouth nearly stuck together from the freezing temperatures, "I read stories of a man who once held the title of King. Everyone revered him there as a Golden God. Perhaps we could recreate the same magic?"

"Yes." The second man agreed.

So they headed off to Philadelphia.

THE NICE LESS HARSH WATERS OF PHILADELPHIA - 9:33 AM

"Nice."

So it began. Argyle and Queen were ready to take on this new sort of world, they would be Kings.

Or at least one of them would. (Hint, its Argyle)

RANDOM PIZZA SHOP IN PHILADELPHIA - 11:15 AM

They took over the pizza shop and turned it into a mafia place it was really cool, you'd love it. After a few days of renovating the back room and adding more secret compartments and contraptions - it was ready. They would call it something new and exiting, the type of name no one would ever think to name a respectable Pizzeria.

They would call it...

"How about Kittens Pizza Plaza?"

"No. Fuck off, I'm telling a story." 

"Sorry."

...Little Caesars!

"Nice."

Fletcher walks up to a man who seems to be arguing amongst himself about something. As the man argues he hears him yell "LITTLE CEASARS" Fletchers look at him with surprise on his face and just frowns. Wondering to himself what can this "man" be on about. What could he be on, I guess is the real question. Fletcher stares at him for another second before realizing he must have just left the looney bin. Someone has to be looking for him.

"Oh well, not my problem."